Sitting by the fire, br Back pressed against the trunk of this tall deciduous br In the cool of summer’s breeze br It is here that I emerge in unavoidable thought. br br I twirl this pen between my teeth, br I ponder and I think br In such conditions my incentive has fled; br I have squandered the better usage of my words. br br And though the sky be clear tonight, br And the fire sparks and thrives, br Surely, I can find the merit in this moment; br I have everything and yet nothing more to say.